around the horn with the hall

The Signs as Music Hoe Aesthetics
  • Aries: The slight rumbling you feel on the floor when you sit in front of the percussion
  • Taurus: the sound of the orchestra tuning, and you already feel your heart beating faster from a simple concert A
  • Gemini: The low chatter of anticipation from the audience before the performance
  • Cancer: Music torn at the edges with pencil writings scrawled all over the notes, a testament to somebody's time and passion
  • Leo: The feeling of playing a piece memorized; not just thinking about the notes but letting the music and your fingers work their magic
  • Virgo: The bright reflective lights on the keys of woodwinds and brass in the shining concert lights
  • Capricorn: When a person is so into the music that they start to dance and become a fluid structure, free and unbridled and emotional
  • Sagittarius: The feeling you get when you are in concert black with all of your friends, kind of like being a blurry smoke cloud in the night that moves together, breathes together, and performs together
  • Scorpio: when the string players are so into their music that their bow hairs start to fray and unravel and it's a mess of blurry lines moving like liquid silver
  • Libra: the conductor's arms, especially in staccato/scherzo moments, where movement is light and graceful and just there, showing its presence but not forcing it on
  • Aquarius: The adrenaline rush of playing a solo in a piece and the honor of standing up after it ends, where you have those few seconds just for you and only you
  • Pisces: The last note ringing around the air and the heavy, almost tangible silence which occurs for a microsecond afterwards

anonymous asked:

Surely 2011 Homestuck wasn't that bad? I mean, it sounds like a gross exaggeration.

You want to hear how gross of an exaggeration it was? Because my post didn’t even do it justice.

It was March 2011 when the first semblances of Homestuck began to seep through the wood and metal of the convention circuit. The unsuspecting convention goers had absolutely no idea what they were in for as little groups of kids with grey makeup and orange candy corn horns started around the con halls. People were curious, hell I was curious, but that’s all it was. Morbid curiosity.

It was around the time [S] ==> Kanaya Return To The Core was released that people finally hitched on and started getting into it.

And dear god was it hell.

Homestuck completely invaded the convention circuit, bringing in crowds of people ages 11 to 31, and a majority of them were kids. There were meetups every month for every occasion at every place you could imagine. Homestucks started to completely take over convention halls to the point where the dealers room all but emptied out whenever a photoshoot started. Promstuck was established and became a cemented part of convention going. Gamzee’s flooded the con halls at one point after he went crazy and people tried to recreate sopor pies.

People were sitting in bathtubs trying to sharpie dye their skin grey. Karkat cosplayers were having actual literal buckets thrown at their heads. Nicki Minaj’s ‘Turn Me On’ was a national anthem that sparked a music video. Children screaming ‘Fuckass’ in the hallways as they got their unsealed paint all over the walls and floors. There was at least one hundred Dave cosplayers at every photoshoot, and Photoshoots looked like this:

You see that Squarewave in the middle of the group? That’s me controlling the crowd around me. You want another example? Here:

That Kanaya with the cape in the middle is also me. Not good enough for you? How about this:

This was convention Homestuck. This was true nightmare. If you saw a horde of Homestucks coming at you, you fucking ran. There were literally hundreds of Homestucks back in 2011.

A video of a group of cosplayers sitting in a restaraunt, passing around a bucket and spitting in it caused outrage for everyone.

And then there was the tumblr side of it.

AU’s popped up for every conceivable thing. Broadwaystuck, Circusstuck, Dormstuck, Sadstuck, Any fucking thing you could think of, you slapped -stuck onto the end of it and it immediately became a reality. There were countless ask blogs for every character imaginable and the Homestuck Hype was real.

When the Cascade flash aired it crashed Newgrounds for two days.

‘FIRST!’ cosplays were a thing, and if you managed to make one you were heralded as a god. The Alpha Kids came into existence and everyone raced to cosplay them and to see who could name them, who could be them first. Canon urls became sacred and if you had one you were god.

There was a literal fight for the jadeharley url

Updates were daily, multiple times daily. It was the start of Octopimp’s Eridan and Tavros voices, it was how he got popular. Broadwaystuck sweeped tumblr like a plague and the words ‘Let me tell you about Homestuck’ became a threat. It was around the time I formed The Rose Lalonde Homestuck Thesis. Everywhere you looked, there was Homestuck. Hussie’s girlfriend was sending cease and desist’s to fanartists, Whatpumpkin didn’t even have Tshirts on it’s website yet. People kept skipping the Intermission to get to the trolls. And then Cascade happened.

Then the fandom went on Hiatus. A Megapause, if you will.

And then things started calming down. Once 2013 started, it was as if nothing had ever happened. Homestuck was still there, sure, but it was muted. Controlled. Expectant. As if anything that could happen now wasn’t anywhere near as bad as what had already transpired. Now we are but a shadow of the chaos that once was.

2011 Homestuck is not a gross exaggeration my friend. I lived through it. I survived.

It was exactly as bad as it sounds.

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Here’s to you, @elnabu this is the fic that accompanies the shitty sketches i did back for ur bday, woman. I hope you like it xD

On an unrelated note, please tell me what you think of this, y'all (yes me and puns oops)

oh and I *am* in fact working on requests. this has been sitting in my phone for so long i just had to finish it xD


Kiss me.”

Cassian cannot hope to have heard her right.

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Hell and Silence || Chapter Nine

MASTERLIST

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Rough Sex, Oral (male receiving)

Word Count: 5,228

A/N: AH YES MY DEREK VANESSA FLUFFY SMUT CHAPTER! Who am I kidding with “fluffy smut” though, these two bang like sex-starved werewolves. 

Chapter One     Chapter Two     Chapter Three     Chapter Four    Chapter Five       Chapter Six    Chapter Seven     Chapter Eight


CHAPTER NINE

VANESSA

“Vin!”

I turned, peering behind my locker and saw Scott coming down the hall, grin wide across his lopsided face. His kind of smile is contagious, so even in my sour mood I managed a smile back. I shut my locker, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

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Watch Out Below (32) Finale

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30 | Part 31


You sighed at your reflection in the mirror. You had miraculously managed to pin your hair back on your own and your complexion was no longer sallow with the palour of blood loss. You reminded yourself of a medieval heroin in your pale lavender gown of radiant silk. Dis had brought you the dress, an off-the-shoulder number which swished faintly with your every move, informing you that should you try to evade your duties, you would face her wrath.

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Gajevy Love Week 2017 - Day 2 - Matching

Gajeel was hunched over his workbench working on what looked like a long, thin piece of metal when Levy got out of the shower. She jumped onto the bed, not bothering to remove either towel as she sprawled out.

“Hey, Gajeel?”

She got a grunt as a response. It was hard to get anything more out of him while he was working.

“You know it’s the guild Halloween party tomorrow?”

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Nursey Week Prompt #7 - Memories.


Derek places the palm of his hand flat against the wooden door in front of him, dropping his head as he closes his eyes. The lines of his body are clean and crisp in his dark suit, and his warped reflection stares up at him from his shined shoes, mirrored black shade a sharp contrast with the white marbled floors underneath them. He’s thoughtless as he presses his forehead on the door in front of him, ignoring his carefully styled curls, an anxious frown working its way across his face.

He lets out a quiet sigh and straightens up, tugging at the lapels of his jacket. Setting his shoulders back, Derek opens the heavy wooden door and steps onto the walkway. His eyes follow the pale length of it until he sees a matching pair of shoes at the end of it.

Dex stands across from him, looking anxious, amber eyes alight with worry. Derek feels the nerves drain out of him the minute his gaze alights on that familiar face, watching as the tension sinks out of Dex’s shoulders at the same moment. Derek smiles and takes a few steps forward, foiling Dex as he does the same, walking in time until they meet in the middle.

Derek takes Dex left hand in his own and squeezes gently before turning to face Shitty where he stands beaming the two of them.

“Mawwaige. Mawwaige is wot bwings us together today. Mawwaige, that bwessed awangement–” Derek cracks a grin as Dex turns fire-red, stepping quickly on Shitty’s toes.

“Beaumont. Fitzgerald. Knight.” He grits out, eyes wide. “You did not.”

Shitty smiles beatifically at him and winks. Derek squeezes Dex’s hand again and turns to look at him, at his soon-to-be husband. The profile of his face, golden bright in the afternoon light, prompts Derek to remember, a wave of memory washing gently over his mind.

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Ilvermorny Common Rooms 

Horned Serpent: A library growing out of a tranquil, moonlit marsh. Comfortable beds, complimented by your chest, wardrobe and nightstand, are scattered and sequestered around a large, central pond. The entrance is secretly hidden within the statue of the Horned Serpent in the Entrance Hall. When a Horned Serpent is near, the statue’s horn will shine, and it’s voice will speak to you in your head, repeating the first phrase it ever spoke to you. It will move aside to reveal an opening in the wall and an ascending staircase. 

Thunderbird: A nest of maps, journal scraps and photographs in the tallest tower. Beds are in the form of hammocks, knotting their way up to the top of the tower. Climbing up the jungle of ropes to claim your bed is right of passage for Thunderbirds. Wardrobes are inlaid in the walls next to each hammock. The ropes have spells enchanted upon them to keep intruders out of your bed. The entrance is on the ground floor. Most students pass under the giant hole in the ceiling by the kitchens without ever discovering what it means. But Thunderbirds know all too well. It’s a house rule to make sure no one catches you as you sneak under the hole, and let the hole vacuum you all the way up to the common room. Be sure to grab a rope on your first try, it’s a long way down and back up! 

Wampus: A forested clearing forming a sturdy obstacle course and training arena. There are two large tree houses in each of the seven greatest trees that surround the clearing. Beds are divided by year and gender, similar to the Gryffindor common room at Hogwarts. The common room is accessed through a secret entrance in the gardens behind the castle. Present a bush, the one magically trimmed into the shape of a Wampus, with this week’s password and he’ll twist his vines to reveal a descending staircase. 

Pukwudgie: A warm, underground chamber, magicked to resemble a cozy burrow. Cauldrons simmer around the soft floor, brightly lighting up the rows of shelves lined with bottles of ingredients and volumes of recipes and potions. Small doors lead off here and there in the walls to small tunnels that wind down to the bed chambers. There’s a painting of a Pukwudgie on the third floor of the east wing. If you describe to him something or someone you care about, his frame will swing open, revealing a hole. It’s a large tunnel slide that glides you down to your burrow common room. When leaving, the tunnel glides you back up. 

 Just a few ideas…

Breathless

“Ugh,” You grunted as you scowled in the mirror, adjusting the rigid corset tied around your middle, “I don’t know if this is right.”

“Huh?” Dis turned to you, her dark hair shone with a sprinkle of grey but still lush as it hung down in perfect braids across her back, “Oh, Y/N, I told you, it’s supposed to look like that…though it could be a bit tighter.”

“Tighter?” You whined and set your hands on your already constricted waist, “I don’t—Oh!”

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Please do the Pottermore Reading!

I’m seeing people throwing a fit about there being only one Great Wizarding School for North America and it’s stated on Pottermore exactly why. 

Wizarding populations of most countries choose the option of home schooling. Occasionally, too, the magical community in a given country is tiny or far-flung and correspondence courses(distance learning, it would be akin to online courses now) have been found a more cost-effective means of educating the young.”

It’s not safe to assume that all the magical children in the country would even attend the school but instead would be homeschooled or do their schooling through the mail.  

In regards to smaller schools that is also addressed:

“There are eleven long-established and prestigious wizarding schools worldwide, all of which are registered with the International Confederation of Wizards. Smaller and less well-regulated institutions have come and gone, are difficult to keep track of, and are rarely registered with the appropriate Ministry (in which case, I cannot vouch for the standard of education they might offer).”

This is also mentioned when discussing Uagadou,the African school:

“ Although Africa has a number of smaller wizarding schools, there is only one that has stood the test of time (at least a thousand years) and achieved an enviable international reputation: Uagadou. The largest of all wizarding schools, it welcomes students from all over the enormous continent.”

As far as Ilvermorny itself there are some things that are being stated in the schools story such as the sorting ceremony,wand selection and the robe colors. They’re simply being overlooked.

Ilvermorny Sorting Ceremony:

“ While the rest of the school watches from the circular balcony overhead, new students file into the round entrance hall. They stand around the walls and, one by one, are called to stand on the symbol of the Gordian Knot set into the middle of the stone floor. In silence the school then waits for the enchanted carvings to react. If the Horned Serpent wants the student, the crystal set into its forehead will light up. If the Wampus wants the student, it roars. The Thunderbird signifies its approval by beating its wings, and the Pukwudgie will raise its arrow into the air.

Should more than one carving signify its wish to include the student in its house, the choice rests with the student. Very rarely – perhaps once a decade – a student is offered a place in all four houses.“

Wand Selection:

“Once students have been allocated a house they are led into a large hall where they select (or are selected by) a wand.”

Ilvermorny robes and their colors:

“ The robes of Ilvermorny are blue and cranberry. The colours honour Isolt and James: blue because it was Isolt’s favourite colour and because she had wished to be in Ravenclaw house as a child; cranberry in honour of James’s love of cranberry pie. All Ilvermorny students’ robes are fastened by a gold Gordian Knot, in memory of the brooch Isolt found in the ruins of the original Ilvermorny cottage.

thicc-owl  asked:

Alright so 1. Have you watched friends/how much have you watched of friends, 2. Have you read/watched Harry Potter, 3. Have you watched voltron legendary defenders, 4. Can I request almost crossovers with these things (like taking an idea from an episode of friends or asking about at hogwarts au) i can't really think of anything I'd ask about voltron tbh I just wanted to know if you watched it

((I’ve never seen friends or voltron, but HP just happens to be one of my favorite things ever, so here you go.))

Houses:
Daichi: Gryffindor
Sugawara: Hufflepuff
Asahi: Hufflepuff
Nishinoya: Gryffindor
Tanaka: Gryffindor
Kagayama: Gryffindor
Hinata: Gryffindor
Tsukishima: Ravenclaw
Yamaguchi: Ravenclaw
Kuroo: Ravenclaw
Kenma: Ravenclaw
Oikawa: Slytherin
Iwaizumi: Gryffindor
Ushijima: Gryffindor
Tendou: Slytherin
Semi: Slytherin
Bokuto: Gryffindor
Akaashi: Ravenclaw
Daishou: Slytherin


Headcanons:

- Hinata, Kageyama and Tsukishima are practically the Golden Trio, with Yamaguchi as Neville Longbottom.

- Tanaka and Nishinoya are parallels of Fred and George. You’ll always see them together, and they’ll always be doing something stupid. One night, they thought it would be fun to sneak into the Hufflepuff Basement (because “Hufflepuff girls are the cutest!”), but tapped the barrel incorrectly and got caught. They were banned from playing quidditch for a month.

- Bokuto is the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, and Kuroo is the captain of Ravenclaw. When they play they’re always quarreling somehow, teasing each other and sometimes going as far as knocking each other off their broomsticks.

- For the starters on the Gryffindor quidditch team, Kageyama, Bokuto and Daichi are the chasers, Iwaizumi and Tanaka are the beaters, Hinata is the keeper (He and Nishinoya substitute) and Ushijima is the seeker. They always, always end up victorious.

- Kuroo has never failed a test, and he swears he’ll die the day he does.

- When it came down to asking out his crush to Hogsmeade, Bokuto straight up destroyed an entire hallway in the process of trying to impress her, and wasn’t allowed to go. (She still said yes, though)

- Everyone in the Slytherin dorm is terrified of Tendou Satori. All around, he’s a nice guy, but when he was a fifth year he died Semi Eita’s eyebrows purple when he was sleeping, and since then, everyone’s developed a case of insomnia due to the fear factor Tendou brings.

- Kageyama is Harry Potter, and Oikawa might as well be Draco Malfoy. Every time they pass in the halls there’s a muffled mutter of “Tobio-Chan” that leaves poor Kageyama on edge for the rest of the day.

- Bokuto has a Great Horned Owl that he treats like a baby.

- Akaashi is incredibly talented when it comes to charms.

- Tendou favorite class is transfiguration

- Tsukishima’s favorite class is astronomy

- During his flying class in his first year, Hinata ran straight into a wall. Whoops.

fuckkoffcourtney  asked:

how about you're this innocent "nerd type" and everyone is confused on why you're dating Monty (including Monty himself but he doesn't question it cause he loves u) and it's homecoming week at school and it's like Halloween day or some shit and you show up in a sexy devil costume and when Monty sees you for the first time that day he's like OwO and he just has a boner all day bc he's monty and he's horny and shocked bc ur usually so shy and he's loVING the little horns

Ha ha ha! I love this idea!

You’d show up in some super tight black leather pants and a red shirt that accentuates all of your best features (because, y’know, school dress code states you can’t actually wear a “sexy” devil costume, but you did what you could) and you’ve got one of those little horn headbands on and you’re just strutting your stuff down the hall that morning, and kids are parting like the Red Sea for you because no one has ever seen you like this. And Monty is talking with his friends and notices them all looking over his shoulder so he just slowly turns around to see what everyone is staring at and when he sees it’s you his jaw just drops because he’s surprised and you just look so damn fine.

And he’s fidgety through all of his classes and uncomfortably turned on the entire day because all he can think about is after school when he can peel those leather pants off of you and show you “one hell of a good time.”

The Maiden And The Giant

TITLE: The Maiden And The Giant

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 19

AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine falling through a portal into Jötunheim and running into a stranger named Loki, who decides to provide shelter out of the need for company, that eventually turns into love.

RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: I’m not sure how well I’ll be able to keep up with the next few updates; with my local con approaching which I will be tabling at with friends, I’ve been running around doing last minute stuff and I haven’t been able to sit down and write any more of this. I’ll try to make time, but I won’t make any promises. Apologies in advanced.

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    Kat looked around the room curiously after Helblindi had set her down, noting that, while there was furniture and some miscellaneous belongings, it was rather empty. It was Loki’s old room, they’d told her; from before he had convinced their parents he was old and capable enough to live on his own. She walked over to a desk and picked up a half-finished sketch Loki had left behind of who she recognised as Laufey, seemingly arguing with another jötunn in what she figured was the throne room.

    “He’s always had a knack for being where he shouldn’t,” Byleistr spoke up as he looked over her shoulder at the sketch, “Useful for learning things others wished he didn’t.”

    Kat giggled slightly. “Something the nobles in Asgard learned the hard way pretty quickly.” She set the sketch down and heaved a sigh, jumping up to sit on the desk. “It hasn’t even been a day, and I miss him.”

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Okay! I’m not sure if this is totally different than what you wanted, but I hope it’s not! I was a bit confused by the wording on anon’s so I combined them Lol I’m dumb. I really really REALLY enjoyed writing it and had so much fun! I think it turned out good and I like the ending! I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! Enjoy!

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The boys and girls sat at opposite ends of the table, sitting quietly and waiting to dine. Tom played with his fingers and looked around the dining hall nervously. He all the sudden felt a hand grasp his horn and push his head. “Thomas! Sit up straight!” The headmaster demanded. Tom gulped and nodded, sitting how he was instructed. Tom swallowed hard when a princess was seated in front of him. He looked away. She appeared human, humans were above demons and he had no business looking directly at her.

“Hello, prince Tom.” The princess said, reading the name card in front of the demon. Tom literally jumped at her voice and tried to smile.

“H-hello your highness.” He swallowed hard and averted eye contact. Tom glanced down at the name card and saw he was sitting across from princess Marco. Now that a higher was sitting across from him he had to take on the duty as a standing sentry. A demon guard. He had to be ready to protect her in any circumstance, that’s what demons were for. Disposable royalty warriors meant to serve others above them.

A while passed before the meal began. Princesses and princes dined politely. Nobody spoke though, all of them waited to be spoken to by the person higher than them, and then the other would speak and so on. So conversation was short, light and boring. Tom finally allowed himself to relax a little bit, but was grabbed by his horn again.

“Thomas!” The headmaster hissed. “Headmistress Heinous of Saint Ogal’s for princesses would like to see what one of our soldiers has to offer. Please follow her, answer any of her questions and show her how we train you demons to be worth something.” He commanded. Tom nodded and quickly got up out of his chair. “Good boy.” He grinned. Tom smiled very nervously.

“Th-thank you.” He stated and ran to escort the headmistress away. She sneered at him and looked over at the headmaster.

“Do your soldiers always walk in front?” She asked. Tom gulped and took a few steps away, so he was behind the headmistress. “That’s better.” She sneered.

“Oh get off your high horse.” A voice mumbled. The entire room fell silent and all eyes landed on the princess sitting at the end of the table.

“What did you just say to me?” Miss Heinous demanded. Marco stood up and crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at the headmistress.

“I said to leave him alone. He’s doing his best.” Marco hissed. Mis Heinous gasped and turned to the headmaster.

“Sir, you have to forgive this outburst. She in no way reflects Saint Ogal’s for Princesses.” She promised. “Princess Marco has been an issue to us for a long time! And we are working on breaking her.” She promised. The headmaster crossed his arms.

“I trust you know how to handle this wayward girl, Miss Heinous. I’ve seen many lost causes exit your school broken and crushed young women.” He told her.

“Good sir, you flatter me.” Miss Heinous smiled. Marco rolled her eyes and the headmistress flashed an angry look.

“Please, you’re my guest, allow me.” The headmaster insisted. He snapped his fingers. “Thomas, please escort Princess Marco to a reconditioning room.” He demanded. Tom nodded and the headmaster smiled. “Good boy.” He told the demon. Tom made a move to walk near the human princess and stopped. “Thomas, what on earth is the holdup?” Headmaster asked, growing annoyed.

“I-I can’t.” Tom responded. The headmaster growled and raised his eyebrow.

“And why not?” He demanded.

“You said she’s above me. She’s a human princess, and I’m a demon. I can’t force her to do anything, she’s above me.” Tom said. He then grabbed his head in his hands. “B-but you’re the headmaster, I have to do what you say but she’s a human princess, I have to act as her sentry for as long as needed but that wasn’t the order that was given!” Tom cried. He began pulling at his hair, unsure of what to do, he felt like a robot malfunctioning.

“Thomas! Stop this now!” The headmaster ordered. Tom kept rambling, people were beginning to whisper and nobody know what was happening.

“What do I do!? I don’t know what to do!? What do you want me to do!?” Tom cried. He felt like his world was crashing down around him and everything was falling apart. But a voice cut through and stopped this all from happening.

“What do you want to do?” It asked. Tom’s head jerked up and he saw Marco had walked around the table to stand in front of him.

“I don’t understand your question.” Tom told her. Marco rolled her eyes.

“If you want to bring me to reconditioning… I won’t fight you. But of you don’t, I won’t force you.” Marco explained. “What do you want to do?” She asked again. Tom gave her a very confused looked and she smiled. “Not just this… if you could do anything that’s possible, right now, what would it be?” Marco asked.

“What should it be?” Tom asked. Marco shook her head.

“My opinion doesn’t matter, what do you want t to be?” She asked again. Before the moment could be finished two school guards came over and seized both the children. The headmaster turned to Miss Heinous.

“You’ll have to excuse that outburst, demons really are unstable creatures, we try our best to make them worth something here, but this one seems like a lost cause.” He said with fake sadness. The guard tightened it’s grip around Tom and the demon’s eyes widened. “I’ll take care of him, don’t worry.” The headmaster assured.

“No!” Tom screamed. He began to kick. “I want you to let me go! Let me go!” He screamed and twisted in the guard’s grasp. Marco looked at him fighting the confinement and smiled. She began yanking away from her guard too, twisting and kicking it. Soon all the students who were sitting at the table got up one by one and started hitting and kicking at the guards that were confining their peers.

The students didn’t stop there, as soon as they finished that they began destroying the room and chanting some phrase Marco started. “It’s not criminal to be an individual!” The chaos picked up and the headmaster and mistress stood in the center of the room, unsure of what to think or do. Marco smiled evilly up at them and crossed her arms, Tom was standing behind her with a similar smile.

“We got it from here, you two are dismissed.” Marco smiled. “Keep quiet and get out of here.” She demanded. Tom reached over and patted the headmaster on the head.

“Good boy.”

The Maiden- part II./II.

Pairing: Taeyeon x Reader

Genre: ghost!au

A/n: Part two of the scenario. It was simply too long to be put into one part so I had to separate it. If you haven´t read the first part you should do that first just so you know whats going on. Enjoy! xoxo - G

*gif not mine unless stated*

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“I don´t even know your name.” You said as you refused to move from your place. The man in a captain´s attire sighed deeply, turning around with a sorry look on his face. Though you were getting concerned, you didn´t let it show and remained where you were with your arms crossed. 

“I wish I could tell you.” The tone in which he said it made your heart feel heavy, for some reason. 

You´re here to help your client, you reminded yourself as you finally moved to go after him. Then, without any useless words he led you on the ship´s deck. You didn´t know what to expect. Not anymore. During the last hours everything turned so strange and unexplainable you didn´t even know what to think about it all. First the outlandish fisherman that didn´t seem to understand what ´soon´ meant, then the waitress that disappeared into thin air. And now this. There had to be something more to the story of The Maiden that made everyone around you act rather odd. 

The nameless man led you through the small hallways into the very back of the cruiseship. You were taken by surprised when he opened a door that led to a library. A big one at that. He was looking for something. And he was mumbling under his breath until he found it. It was a photography. 

“This in unbelieveable.” And it was. In the photo, there was a ship. But not just any ship. It was The Maiden, and it looked identical to Mercury. If your assumptions were correct and you weren´t hallucinating, then you surely hit a gold mine. This can´t get any better, you thought. But oh, it sure could. 

“This photo was taken right before she would go on her first cruise through the ocean.” He spoke, his lips in a thin line. “Who could´ve predicted that something so horrible would happen.”

“What do you mean by that.” 

“I´m not the one to tell the tale, miss.” You were sure everyone in this town was acting bizzare. And why was he even talking like this? It was driving you mad. Everytime you thought you were a step closer to finding another clue, there was always something to pull you back to the square one. Pulling out a chair for you to sit on, you kept looking back at the photo in hopes of noticing something you missed the first time. And indeed, something caught your eye  when you properly looked at it. It was a woman, with a blank look on her face. For some reason, she stood out. More than anything. Even through the paper you could feel her powerful gaze basically piercing through you. The second your eyes landed on her you couldn´t look away. You wanted to, no, you had to know her name.

“Who is that?” You asked as you pointed your finger at the girl, curiously looking at the captain. He sat down next to you, sighing deeply. You guessed he was trying to remember her name so you waited patiently, eyes continuing to gaze at her. 

“I´m sorry, I can´t seem to remember her name. But I know she was born into a very wealthy family. And that next to her, that is the man she was supposed to marry. As you can see, he´s not asian, unlike her. If I recall correctly, it was an arranged marriage to help with some business deals.” Arranged marriage, huh. Now you could somewhat understand her expression. She must´ve felt so betrayed, you thought. You wanted to return the photograph the the man but he refused to take it, urging you to keep it. 

“Is the ship going to be here all night?” If the answer was yes, you could stay here and maybe look for more information. This library seemed to hold more of it than your local archive and office. Fortunately, the cruiseship did stay docked during the night and the nameless captain allowed you to search through the old print outs regarding the ship that were kept here. You were so focused on finding the right clues you completely lost the sense of time. You read article after article, slowly but surely getting closer to solving this one, huge jigsaw. Suddenly it all started making sense. The year, 1895. The whole arranged marriage situation. And then the news articles about a disappearance of a passenger, followed by more articles regarding a death on deck. And finally, the story about a haunted cruiseship. 

“For the love of god. It couldn´t be her, or could it?” You asked yourself aloud, unable to process what you just put together. If only you knew more about the man. If you could, for at least a little while, see into their lives… Maybe then you could get the answer for sure. Sadly, there was no way you could gaze into the past to see what they acted like. If there was no further proof that it was her who went missing, you wouldn´t be able to come up with a conclusion at all. 

You slouched down in your seat, not even thinking anymore. You were overflowing with different thoughts at the moment, and felt as if you were going to explode any minute. Thus far, you didn´t get the rest you longed for and quite frankly deserved. A slam of doors and a loud yelling caused you to stand upright, alarmed. It was right outside the library which you were currently in, and the yelling seemed to be fairly foolish  and, whats the right word… Oh yeah, obnoxious even. Despite your mind telling you to mind a business of your own, you couldn´t resist and walked closer to the door. Curiosity killed a cat, you told yourself as you peeked through the small, circular window into the hallway. It was a man and a woman as you expected, but you couldn´t see her face. Unlike his. For some reason it seemed strangely recognizable to you, but so far you weren´t able to put your finger on it. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as the men turned in the direction of the door your were behind, angrily walking towards it while continuing his angered monolouge. You were frozen in place, unable to move from your spot as you watched him approach you in a fast pace. Though what came next, surprised your greatly. Nothing in life could´ve prepared you for it. Instead of opening the door, he marched right through it and through you as if he wasn´t made of flesh and bone. And he wasn´t, nor was the woman that followed after him. Wide-eyed, you stood there mouth agape. What did just happen?

“I bet you´re cheating on me! That is so like you, you whore! Aren´t you even a little ashamed of yourself?” He raged, waving his arms around crazily. The woman had her head lowered to the ground, listening to his shameful words. “Answer me!” He forced her to look at him, finally granting you a sight of her face. You gasped loudly, recognozing the woman from the photograph in her. Immediatly covering your mouth in fear, you lowered it just as fast when they ignored you. They both walked through you as if it was no big deal, for god´s sake! Tears were streaming down her face as he stared at her, fuming. She choked out an answer in broken english, making the man even more angry.

“Bullshit!” He shouted, doing something what you did and didn´t expect at the same time. He hit her right across the face with a force that sent her tumbling down. He then left right after, this time your reflexes allowing you to step aside. However, he did walk through the closed door. You unconsciously walked towards her, wanting to help her. That wasn´t possible though, as your hand made hers turn into thin air, and slowly even the rest of her. You were at loss of words. 

You left the room and entered the hallway, shook by what you just witnessed. You wandered down the hall mindlessly, greatly ignoring everything around you when you saw it. A small light, lingering in the air right in front of you. At first you wanted to scream, but after what you saw back there it seemed a lot more normal. So you stayed quiet, and watched the small thing. It moved to the right, leading you somewhere. It even stopped when you didn´t follow it the first time, almost making it seem as if it had a mind of its own. You wouldn´t be amazed if it did. You seemed to be walking for ages but it were only mere minutes that went by. The time around has been so warped already it has completely lost its meaning. When the light stopped in front of a door and disappeared, only then you grasped where you were. Behind the door there was all the machinery. Pipes, engines, chains, everything needed for the ship to work. Normal. What wasn´t normal was the sound of rushed footsteps behind the door and even more yelling. 

You pushed the door open and walked inside, seeing a bunch of men dressed in work clothes running around, distressed looks on their faces. You didn´t understand anything they were saying, considering they were speaking in Italian. But it didn´t take a genius to know something was far from right, especially when one of them had blood on his hands and fear in his eyes. Everyone stared at him, including you, quiet. Noone dared to move. Noone exceot you. Daring to peek just ever so slightly behind the ginormous pipes, all you had to see was a pair of feet tied together at ankles and a pool of blood to almost lose consciousness. 

Do you understand now?” 

You whipped around, placing a hand on your chest when you saw the woman in front of you, at a rather close proximity. You took a step back, but she stepped closer to you. She was… Angry? Building up the courage, you asked her:

“Who are you?”

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW?” She raised her voice. You could understand her, despite her speaking Korean. All you could do was nod. Because you did. You did understand now. It was crazy. It was unbelieveable, but it was true. 

“Do you know how horrible it was? Do you know how long I had to wait? I didn´t ask for it. I didn´t ask for anything that happened to me in my short, miserable life. But guess what. It happened, and now I´m gone. Just like that. That bastard got away with it just like with everything he did to me. He abused me in private but in front of everyone he was the sweetest man ever. He was disgusting, and I was supposed to live with him.” 

“I was happy he killed me, actually. At least I didn´t have to marry him and live the rest of my scripted life with him, let alone have kids with him like they forced me to have. I was free, well… Somewhat free. I had to stay here, for a decade, after decade, after decade! I tried so hard to make people notice me, help me. But they didn´t. Instead they spread the news about this ship being haunted, making my chances of the truth being revealed even smaller. I didn´t know if I hated them for it, or not. I was beginning to cope with my fate, but then you came. You were so interested about this ship and I couldn´t pass up an opportunity like that.”

“You actually wanted to know about me. You wanted to know what happened. And I wnated you to find out. So I pushed more of those articles onto the tables as you slept so you wouldn´t stop. But it was only that much I could do without scaring you away. Suddenly you began to put the pieces together and my hopes got bigger. When you mentioned being able to see into our lives, I did everything in my power to show you the most important things. My powers were limited, so I had to choose wisely. Thats why I picked those two scenes. The first one being just hours before my death. The other hours after it.” 

Your mouth hung open in shock. She got closer to you and gently caressed your cheek, making shivers run down your spine. The things she had said had left you speechless and you didn´t know how to respond. However you understood that no words from your were needed now. She was much calmer now, and as she stared into your eyes, you noticed the peace in hers. Her slim arms wrapped around you, enveloping you in a tight, cold hug. Her lips found your ear, whispering, as she disappeared completely.

“Thank you.” 

anonymous asked:

I really like your lay smut. Using Yongguk was jjang!!! Can I request the same thing but this time Yongguk is your boyfriend and lay is the best friend ? Please and thanks ❤️❤️

Sure Love^^~

“Jagi where are you going?” Yongguk asks you as he sees you putting on some tight red skinny jeans that have rips and tears on them. You put on your crop top that says Love on it the white shirt with red letters showing off your pink bra.

“Out with Lay. You know that.” You say eyeing him as you go into the bathroom doing your makeup. He follows you inside looking down at you with a frown on his plump lips.

“What that outfit on?” He asks grabbing at your ass and you moan swatting his hand away.

“Yongguk stop it.” You warn as you do your makeup and fix your hair.

“Jagi these jeans are so tight. I can see the outline of your panties. And it you even bend over they will rip.” He says pulling you to him and you roll your eyes looking up at him.

“Baby you go every where looking every way. Girls are always over you and I don’t complain much. And lets need not forgot that you have a female best friend whose always to close for comfort. Calm down. Lay is my friend.” You say pushing him softly as you kiss his lips.

You grab you white chucks putting them on your feet after you slide on cute little footie socks. You lace them up walking out the room and down the hall. Yongguk follows close behind you as you move around the house getting your keys and phone. You hear the car horn of Lay’s car and you smile hugging Yongguk quickly so wound up on getting to Lay that you didn’t notice he was trying to kiss you.

“YIXING!” You shout as you run to his car hugging him who holds his car door open for you.

“Hello love.” He greets you his dimples popping out. You both laugh and hug again before he’s putting you in the car driving off with you.

You guys end up spending the day at an amusement park a surprise for you but it made since why he wanted you dressing comfortably. When you guys first get there you take pictures on your phone of you and him posting them on social media’s before you put your phone up noting that it’s on 5%.

You hold his hands throughout the day letting him play in your hair and touch on your cheeks. You show him affection back kissing his cheek every now and then sharing ice cream with him, you both blushing when your tongues get to close. But Lay is practically family. You’ve been known each other all your lives so you never consider the skin ship as nothing more then friendly.

You guys hold onto each other while you get on scary rides and water rides. He even wins you a big teddy bear that you name gunny before the smile reminds you of Yongguk. Soon the day is winding down and you guys are getting in his car to go home. Yixing drives you home deciding to record videos of you guys singing and holding hands because that’s what friends do.

When you get home you bid him goodbye kissing his cheek which he takes a picture of before you get out the car.

“Bye love!” You shout to him as you leave the car going to you and Yongguk’s home.

When you get in you take your shoes off smiling and singing soft little tunes as you walk down the hallway to your room. You open the door to find Yongguk siting on the bed phone in his left hand drink in his right hand.

“Oppa?” You ask him softly and he looks up at you scoffing as he downs the last of his drink.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him quickly putting your shoes in the closet so that you can go back and talk to him.

“Did you have fun with your boyfriend?” He asks you as you sit in front of him and you roll your eyes.

“We’ve talked about this before. Your just being over protective.” You defend crossing your arms.

“You know what maybe I would believe that. But I’ve been calling and texting you and no response. But I get online. And I see all pictures. Him holding your hands. Him holding you by your waist. You kissing his cheek. Sounds like things lovers do.” He says as he lays dark eyes on you.

“Best friends can do it!” You say pouting as your face heats up.

“So if I hugged Song like that you wouldn’t mind?” He asks cocking his head to the side as he watches you. You bare your teeth glaring at him her mere name pissing you off.

“That’s different.” You say through your teeth.

“Bull shit.” He retorts back and you stand it up.

“It is totally different! Besides she’d put her hands on you and try to get with you.” You say as he stands up.

“And your doing better? Let’s test your theory. I’m going to call Song and ask her to hang tonight. Since that’s what best friends do.” He says pulling his phone out of his pocket.

As soon as you hear a dial tone you snatch the phone from his hands.

“– give it back.” He warns stepping close to you and you shake your head backing up.

“No.” You say softly.

“Are you disobeying?” He asks his eyes starting to have a dangerous glint and you feel yourself starting to get turned on. Why not push his limits tonight? Sex would do you both some good.

“If you want it come get it.” You say smirking as you slip the phone into your panties resting right against your pussy.

Yongguk lunges at you crashing his lips against yours as he knocks you against the wall roughly a thud sounding off in the air. You whine out from the pain and Yongguk slips his tongue into your mouth quickly dominating the kiss as he nips and tugs on your tongue with his teeth.

His hands grab at your ass pulling you flush against his body and you can’t help but to tease. You raise a leg up and wrap it around his waist grinding up into him and he places a hand at your throat breaking the kiss as he looks down at you. You open your eyes wide when you see the look in his. Pure dominance. Pure coldness.

“You fucking bad girl. Disobeying me and teasing me? Daddy’s going to punish you tonight.” He snarls biting hard on your bottom lip until its bleeding and your whining pushing at his chest. He thrusts his hips down hard against you before he backs up letting your neck go so you can breathe.

Yongguk picks you up throwing you on the bed. He goes into the closet coming back out with red rope and you swear under your breath.

“D-daddy. Please. I’m sorry.” You whine putting your hands up in surrender. Yongguk shakes his head looking down at you.

“I warned you before. And you kept doing it. Strip and get into position.” He says leaning against the dresser.

Your groan getting on your feet deciding not to piss him off anymore. You take off your shirt dropping it to the floor biting on your bottom lip as you take off your bra palming your breast playing with your nipples.

“Pet.” He warns and you nod your head hooking your fingers around the buttons on your pants unbuttoning them and pulling them down off your body. You pull your panties down blushing at how you expose yourself to him. You get on the bed with your ass facing him, getting on your hands and knees. You lay your chest against the comforter placing your hands behind your back.

Yongguk comes up behind you binding your arms and hands together with one long red rope. He sighs parting your legs before his fingers trail up and down your soft skin slowly. He slowly slides his hand up the inside of your left thigh to your pussy lips before he trails it back down the right side.

“You know the routine. Count them out.” He says and you nod your head.

Yongguk raises his hand, quickly sliding it down to land on your ass. You jump a weak ‘one’ leaving your lips as your ass cheek stings a bit. Yongguk doesn’t play fair. He delivers ten hits to one cheek before he even goes to the other side to do the same thing.

You bury your face into the bed shutting your eyes tight your nails digging into the palm of your hand as he kneads your ass and glides his fingers over his hand print. He moans as he slides his fingers up and your slit feeling your wetness on his fingers.

“I forgot how much you like this shit.” He says as he starts to slap your ass again and all you can do is count out numbers.

After a while of knees digging into the bed with arms stuck in the same position you start to feel tears slide down your cheek. Your pussy dripping with want and need. You love when he spanks you. You don’t know why but it’s so worth it when your ass goes numb and the pain turns to pleasure.

“Now what are you going to do from now on?” He asks as he gets the belt starting to spank you with it drawing more yelps of pain from your lips.

“S-skin ship!” You whine out your voice breaking as fresh tears roll down your face.

“Good girl.” He says stopping. He kneads your ass again feeling a bit bad for you as you lay under him on your stomach skin red and he knows your ass is hurting.

“You took that so good. Do you want a reward now?” He asks you stroking his hands up and down your bond arms.

“I just want daddy inside me.” You say looking back at him.

“No tongue today?” He asks you as he strips out of his clothes slowly revealing his nice abs and tattoos that your mouth longs to taste. You shake your head your eyes running down his body to land at his now exposed leaking member.
He nods his head grabbing your hips and he scoots you down the bed some.
He grabs your hips pushing into you both of you releasing a moan of pleasure as he buries himself inside of you.

Yongguk waits for you to adjust as he leans over pressing his chest against your bound arms and back nudging your head to the side with his so that he can suck at your skin under your ear.

“Guk.” You moan softly clenching and unclenching yourself around his member. He hums pulling out of you and he slams back into you making a moan erupt from your lips as he pushes all the way back into you.

“Daddy’s girl is alright so tight.” He moans as he bites on your ear pulling his thick cock out of you slamming back into you.

“FUCK!” You shout out your eyes shutting closed as he rocks into you slow and hard each thrust seeming to be harder then the first his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust.

Yongguk reaches around your waist to hold you flush against him as he pounds harder into you whispering dirty words in your ear. You throw your head back mewling as he rocks into you a growl escaping his chest as he watches you come undone under him.

Yongguk pulls out of you as picks you up making you straddle him as he lays on his back. Yongguk lifts you up by your hips. His smirks at you before he pushes you down on his cock hitting your spot as soon as he grinds his hips into you.
You throw your head back bucking your hips down taking him deeper as he starts to bounce you on his lap. He watches your breast bounce up and down as he fucks up into you roughly the headboard knocking against the wall.

He lets your waist go on purpose making you fall against his chest and he laughs sliding hands around your waist to grab at your ass.

“Lay still baby. I’ll make you cum.” He promises pulling out of you and slamming back into you.
A shrill cry of pleasure leaves your lips as he starts to brush his cock against your spot over and over fucking you into oblivion. The only thing you can muster out is daddy and occasionally his name.

You feel your orgasm approaching you slowly, your hands digging into the ropes as you tighten up around him and he groans knowing your close. He encourages you while talking dirty into your ear mumbling things about how you love his cock being buried inside your walls and how your such a slut for him.

“YONGGUK!” You shout out throwing your head back as you feel yourself cumming.

“–!” He shouts at the same time filling you up with his warm cum holding you against him. He bounces you a few more minutes before he pulls out of you placing you on your stomach.

Yongguk lets your arms and hands go as he gets some lotion rubbing your ass to soothe the pain. He lays beside you and you drape your body across his playing in his hair.

“Forgive me?” You ask him looking up at him through sleepy eyes.

“I already have jagi.” He says giving you that gummy smile making your heart melt as you drift off to sleep in his arms.

Tom Vs The Forces Of Evil (Au), Chapter 1

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Hilariously enough i posted an image today with this au for Tomco week!!

Pretend this is my bonus submission for it XD

Also, yay!! New multichapter fic by me!!

Let’s hope it goes well…


Marco still remembered the day he first met Tom.

I mean, it’s kinda hard to forget the first day you got to meet your new roommate, especially when he’s an alien prince.

He was called to meet the principle, just some normal boring day, when Principle Skeeves took him outside to introduce him to someone. Marco couldn’t help but feel a bit angry, hoping more that it would’ve been him being seen as more of a “Bad-Boy” or at most being praised for his effort in class.

No, he got called up to meet a new kid.

He was grumpily dragged to the Principle’s office door and was told to wait outside, Marco sighed and leaned against the wall….what was he? A Tour guide? He knew he was considered the Safekid of the school, but that didn’t mean he had to drag every new student around these halls to tell them where everything was

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Feed You the Sky: Chapter 9

So glad to officially say that @shesafreesoul is now the beta on this little fic :) Thank you so much for your continuous ideas and inspiration, and also for reading for me and suggesting some tweaks to make it even better! Also thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read this piece of ours and offer encouragement! It means the world, sister wives <3 The entire chapter is below, or also posted on AO3 if you prefer to read it there

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10584924/chapters/23684325

Trigger warnings: Ivar is a man now and he’s so confident. Be prepared. It will be the death of me.


When Kára entered the great hall, Ivar beckoned to her from his seat at the high table. She steeled herself against the nerves fluttering in her belly and went to him with all the courage she could muster. She had awoken this morning expecting her death at his hands, and instead he offered her a life greater than she dared hope for. Ivar smiled at her, a surprisingly tender expression on his hard face, and scooted to the side so she could share his bench. “I believe the custom in this land is that a man and his wife-to-be may share a plate and drinking horn at meals?” He asked sweetly.

He had done his research on her home, after all. She sat beside him, back straight as a sword, and gave a polite nod to Ubbe. He nodded back, and Kára looked around. There were only a few people in the hall right now, some servants and warriors making a quick meal before they retired for the night or took up their watches. “That is true,” she admitted, a strange excitement thrilling through her at the thought.

“Then we will share. We should show that we are unified, if we are to bring our kingdoms together smoothly,” Ivar pointed out. She couldn’t argue with that sound logic, and besides Ivar was already cutting a bite of meat for her from his plate. She opened her mouth as he presented it to her on the tip of his small eating-knife. She was a little surprised to find he had selected a tender cut for her, and his self-satisfied grin at surprising her sent a wave of warmth up her cheeks. “You are being quiet tonight. From what I have seen so far, this is unlike you.”

He fed her another piece of meat before running the point of his knife down the slope of her nose. She shivered, closing her eyes, and he burned at the expression on her face—part shock, part desire, and more than a little hope. The last nearly undid him, coming from one as strong as her. Part of him still thought her immortal, immune to such weaknesses as hope.

She chewed slowly to gather her thoughts, took a sip when he offered her his drinking horn. It was plain ale tonight, though freshly brewed, and she caught his wrist, bringing the horn to her lips again. “I am only thinking of how to address the issues we may face during our marriage.” She squeezed lightly before releasing him.

“Oh?” Ivar’s blue eyes sparkled with mischief, the curve of his lips suggestive as he smiled at her. His forearm burned where she had touched it, he could feel her like a brand hot from the forge.“I can already think of a few good ways to fix any disagreements.” Ubbe choked on his bread and Ivar pounded his back quickly, giving him an exasperated look. Even Kára had to smile, nervous as she was to have this conversation, weak as Ivar made her feel. She had to be strong, to help her people and be a wife worthy of a man of Ivar’s status. When she was younger, she’d believed she would marry some petty king, a mere peace cow to ensure the safety of her aging father’s kingdom.

But Ivar was a conqueror, a warrior through and through. Her husband-to-be both thrilled and terrified her, but she would prove to him she was worthy of being the queen of a great kingdom. He was known and feared not only in the northern lands, but in the lands to the south as well. She hoped he would take her there one day, she had always wanted to raid those rich lands. Her father would never allow it, much as she asked. The thought of him sent a stab through her gut, and she pulled herself from her thoughts and fixed Ivar with a level, cool gaze. “How are we to go about unifying our kingdoms? How will we rule together? Will we continue to raid and conquer other lands? What of my bride-price? It should go to me, in the absence of my father.” She paused, wanting to look away but refusing. “And why are you being so kind to me? I did not expect this of you.”

Ivar rested back against his chair, only leaning forward to cut her a slice of bread from the loaf on the table when he saw her looking at it. “The most important question first, then. You must know why I am being kind to you, Kára, don’t be dense.” He smiled at her glare, reaching his thumb to smooth the lines between her brows. His touch was warm and gentle, and she leaned into it. His fingers traveled from her forehead to her hair, hanging in auburn waves to her waist. It was so soft and thick against his calloused fingers that he sighed. He kept stroking the deep red locks as he spoke, trying to convey through his touch the sincerity in his words. “The gods have crafted us for each other; surely you must feel it? I am treating you as an equal because you are the only person on all Midgaard that I have ever believed to be my equal.” His smile became ironic, teasing, as he took his hand from her hair to offer her another bite of meat. “Although all those questions were almost enough to make me doubt my instinct.”

Her voice was acidic, but Ivar found her even lovelier when she was angry. “Of course the gods saw fit to craft an arrogant prick for my husband.” Ivar’s eyes blazed as Kára turned the full force of her smile on him, reaching her hand to him with a confidence she did not truly feel. He closed his eyes as she ran her fingers along his high cheekbone, tracing a faint scar there.

He turned his head suddenly to plant a soft kiss on her palm, and she blushed like the virgin she was as she withdrew from him. “But of course you are to be my husband. I thought you would bring me death, but you have given me life instead. You are not Valhalla, but certainly you will be my home.” She turned businesslike again, cursing herself for showing him the power he held over her. “But what of my other questions?”

Ivar offered her another bite of meat, and as she chewed he answered, “We will rule jointly. There are tales of kings and queens doing so. As I said, you are my equal and I will always treat you as such.” Ivar was unaccustomed to showing this much weakness, it made him want to squirm like a child in trouble. He must convince her, though. She had to know she’d held his heart from the moment he saw her, and he wanted nothing more than her heart in return. Even more than glory, more than the blood of his enemies and more than Valhalla, he craved the love of this wild, stormy woman. There could be no life without her, and no death either. Without her, he would spend his days an empty shell, a forlorn ghost trapped somewhere between this world and the next.

“As we will be joined before the gods, so will our kingdoms be joined. There shall not be one without the other, just as from this day forward, there is no Ivar without Kára.” His words stirred something strange in her, a sudden lightening behind her breastbone. She took the drinking horn to hide the shaking of her hands. This was not a tender man; he was ruthless and clever. His blue eyes were wide and sincere, though, as he regarded her. She found herself wanting to trust him, wanting to drown in those eyes like the sea, even as part of her screamed to swim for the shore. She was trapped in the rip tide of his voice.

“I wish to keep raiding and conquering, and so I shall. You will of course accompany me, if that is your wish, or you will stay behind and rule for both of us. You are a free woman and a queen, you are able to make your own choices. You have shown a great deal of wisdom and courage. I admire that in any man, and even more so in my wife. The people here love you and speak well of you. You will act as you see fit. And as for your bride-price, I have something in mind, and yes, it will of course go to you.”

He paused, looking straight at her with a predatory smile. “Ships, Kára, I will give you ships and men to lead. And for your morning-gift, we will sail them. You will choose the place for our raid. Frankia, maybe, or Northumbria? The wild Irish islands? I will deny you nothing.” He saw the pleased smile creeping over her face, the excitement in her hazel eyes, and knew he had offered the perfect thing for her. Yes, she was his equal in every way, a woman who understood the deepest desires of his heart.

She leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips, tasting lightly of ale, and he longed only to devour her as he had this morning, but he held himself back despite the urgency of his desire. In just a few days time, he would show her how deep she was in his heart.

Olivette Miller, celebrated “swing” harpist of the 1940s, was born 101 years ago today (February 2, 1914) in Illinois. Here parents were Bessie Oliver Miller, a 1900’s chorus girl and the venerable actor, comedian, writer and producer Flournoy Miller, who co-wrote and produced the groundbreaking Broadway musical “Shuffle Along.” Raised on Harlem’s famous Striver’s Row, Ms. Miller graduated from East Greenwich Academy, a private Methodist boarding school in Rhode Island in 1931, and went on to study music in Paris and at Juilliard. She originally planned to play concert halls but after being “bitten by the night club bug” she turned to more popular music. Ms. Miller’s stunning beauty and colorful love-life kept her in the newspapers almost as much as her performances around the country and the world. She performed with both Lena Horne and a young not-yet-a-superstar Dorothy Dandridge in the 1940s, top notch night clubs in Hollywood, Chicago and New York, and made a few appearances on “The Ed Sullivan Show” in the 1960s. I’m still trying to pin it down, but by my count, she was married at least six times. The Chicago Defender reported her impending divorce from her first husband, Channing Price in November 1934 and in October 1939, the New York Amsterdam News reported that Ms. Miller, who had married a musician named Oett Mallard two years earlier, gave birth to their son, Alvin Miller Mallard, on October 1, 1939 in Denver, Colorado. She was married to the dancer Freddie Gordon in the 1940s and in the 1950s to the comedian Bert Gibson and performed and toured with him across the country. In the 1970s, when she sued Flip Wilson for copyright infringement over a sketch he did on his show that Ms. Miller claimed was lifted from her father’s work in “Shuffle Along,” her name ws Olivette Miller Darby. By the early 1990s, she had a bit part as a maid in the film “A Rage in Harlem” and was billed as Olivette Miller Briggs, due to her marriage to the dancer Bunny Briggs. Ms. Miller died on April 27, 2003 at the age of 89. Photo: Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture, New York Public Library.

Cold night, warm heart

Based on “Imagine getting your first experience of winter at Erebor and someone literally having to warm you up” from ImaginexHobbit

Requested (with Thorin) by @spookynightfury

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Yet another draft blew through the Great Hall of Erebor as you sat on the edge of a small cot, pulling on a second pair of socks. The newly reclaimed dwarven stronghold was chilly at any time of day, thanks to broken gates, damaged furnaces, and long-disused fireplaces choked with decades of ashes and soot, but when night fell and the cruel winter held the mountain firmly in its icy grip, everyone from the King to the handful of Dain Ironfoot’s remaining pigs shivered.

You looked with concern over the crowd of lodgers that temporarily filled the Hall. Far on the opposite, relatively warmer end of the vast chamber were rows of cots where the wounded lay, casualties from the armies of men, dwarves, and elves alike who had been given sanctuary inside the mountain after the battle, at Thorin’s insistence. Healers of all races milled quietly about, tending to their patients with fresh bandages, herbal remedies, and warm blankets. The near end of the Hall, close to where you had managed to find refuge – such as it was – had been overtaken by the cots and bedrolls of the weary soldiers of Dain’s army.

You reflected with a sigh that this sobering scene had been far from your mind in the comfort of your home in Ered Luin when you’d eagerly agreed to join the company of Thorin Oakenshield to work alongside your mentor, Oin. “She’s a fine healer, quite skilled for a human,” the elderly dwarf had vouched to Thorin as you’d smothered a grin at this qualification, “and I can use the extra hands and keen ears.”

That conversation and the thirst for adventure that had accompanied it now seemed a lifetime ago, and addressing yourself once more to the task at hand, you prepared to bed down among the ragtag assembly, fluffing the meager pillow and folding the woolen blanket to create another layer of warmth.

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